Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

Qiu Wuying said with a hint of sarcasm, "Your sect has a good foundation, sending two Great Perfection cultivators at once. I wonder how many victories you can achieve on the arena!"

Zhang Yuanjing was too lazy to waste words with him, and said, "Fellow Daoist Qiu is strong. Let's see you kill the demon race's Great Perfection cultivators on the arena, preferably wiping them all out, so the rest of us don't have to go on stage."

Qiu Wuying didn't expect Zhang Yuanjing to completely ignore his provocation and was speechless for a moment.

Seeing this, Qiao Zhenbei said to Zhong Bixing, "Fellow Daoist Zhong, could it be that you have defected to the Xuan Tian Sect?"

Zhong Bixing said, "That's right."

Qiao Zhenbei smiled coldly, "No wonder you didn't go to the Wanshan Ancestral Land. So you've latched onto the Xuan Tian Sect, this crumbling old tree! Hehe! In that case, let's make another bet! Dare you!"

Zhong Bixing said, "Speak."

Qiao Zhenbei said, "Today in the arena, we will both challenge mid-stage Demon Core demon beasts. Whoever wins more matches wins. If I win, Fellow Daoist Zhong will come and be my follower, and vice versa. How about it?"

Zhong Bixing was about to answer when Yuan Zhilin, who was beside him, interjected, "Fellow Daoist Qiao, that's not quite right!"

Qiao Zhenbei thought he was trying to find an excuse for Zhong Bixing and asked disdainfully, "What's wrong with it?"

Yuan Zhilin said with a smile, "Brother Zhong is now traveling the world with my Senior Brother Zhang. Wouldn't it be inconvenient to bring you along as a burden!"

Qiao Zhenbei's face immediately turned ashen, and he suppressed his anger, "Then what do you want?"

Yuan Zhilin rolled his eyes and said with a grin, "How about this, if you lose, bark like a dog here a few times?"

Qiao Zhenbei's eyes widened, and he said angrily, "You! You're asking for death!"

Yuan Zhilin exaggeratedly hid behind Zhang Yuanjing, "Senior Brother Zhang, save me! This person is going to attack!"

The commotion between the two immediately attracted a lot of attention, and even the Nascent Soul cultivators sitting in town cast their divine senses over.

Private fights are not allowed in the territories of both races. This is a strict prohibition, and violators will be killed without mercy.

Someone said, "Settle it quickly. How exactly are you betting? Everyone is waiting to watch the arena!"

Others, not minding the excitement, provoked, "Just bark a few times, no blood, no flesh lost, it's much easier than being a follower!"

There were also those who advised, "We are all human cultivators. At this time, we should be united and kill the demons together. Why make such a dispute and let the demons laugh at us for nothing."

On the demon beast side, most were demons below the Demon Core realm and could not speak the human language. They just grinned at the opposite side.

Zhong Bixing frowned, somewhat displeased.

Yuan Zhilin shouted, "Qiao Zhenbei, you want Brother Zhong to be your follower if you win. Isn't that trying to humiliate him! You have bad intentions first, what qualifications do you have to yell here! If you have the guts, accept it, if you don't, get lost!"

Qiao Zhenbei was furious, but in front of so many cultivators, he couldn't bring himself to ask Zhong Bixing to change the conditions. Just as he was undecided, Qiu Wuying said gloomily, "How can we cultivators bark like dogs. How about this, I'll put out a high-grade magic weapon, and Fellow Daoist Zhang will also put out a high-grade magic weapon. Whoever wins gets both magic weapons. That way, the loser won't be humiliated, how about it?"

Zhang Yuanjing nodded, "That's feasible!"

Qiu Wuying bowed towards a stone house behind him and said loudly, "Jiao Zhenren, Qiu Wuying of the Thousand Sword Sect requests you to be a witness, is that possible?"

"Yes!" A deep voice came from the stone house.

This was Jiao Zhiyong of the Feather Spirit Sect, one of the two Nascent Soul cultivators guarding this place.

Qiu Wuying reached out and tapped his storage bracelet, took out a cyan long sword two inches wide and four feet long, and casually made a few sword flowers, saying, "The sword is named Huiguang, from Hidden Sword Valley, it can turn light into intent, amplifying the power of the sword strike!"

Zhang Yuanjing praised, "Once the intent is out, only the sword remains, a good sword! This sword is good for attacking, so I will put out a defensive magic weapon."

He took out a silver plate and said, "This thing is called the Dingzhen Plate. When sacrificed beside the body, it can release a powerful magnetic force to interfere with incoming objects. If the magic power is superior, it can also fix the incoming object and take it away directly."

Qiu Wuying said to the stone house behind, "Please Jiao Zhenren store it!"

An invisible force surged, lifting the sword and plate from Qiu Wuying and Zhang Yuanjing's hands at the same time and sending them into the stone house.

Qiao Zhenbei snorted coldly, walked into a battle area, and shouted at the demons opposite, "I want to fight a mid-stage Demon Core demon beast, is there anyone who dares to come!"

His bet with Zhong Bixing to kill demons had already angered the demon beasts. Most of these demon beasts came here to kill the human race's prestige and eat a few cultivators to relieve their馋.

As soon as Qiao Zhenbei shouted, a long-eared pig demon in the early stage of the Demon Core realm jumped up and pounced on him. Qiao Zhenbei's face sank, quite displeased, and he shook his body, disappearing from the pig demon's sight. A moment later, he appeared behind the pig demon's buttocks and inserted a flying sword into its butt.

The pig demon wailed, swept its body sideways, and kicked with its hooves. Qiao Zhenbei had already dodged, and sacrificed another sword, slashing at the pig demon's eyes.

The pig demon was distracted to resist, but it did not prevent Qiao Zhenbei from repeating his old trick, suddenly approaching its right side and inserting a sword diagonally into its ribs.

The pig demon was both painful and angry, screamed wildly, its whole body's blood energy steamed up, and it chased after Qiao Zhenbei, biting frantically, and from time to time it released an invisible劲气, hitting the surroundings without warning, forcing the watching cultivators and demon beasts back dozens of feet.

However, this trick was useless against Qiao Zhenbei. He practiced the Sword Shadow Escape of the Thousand Sword Sect, his figure appearing and disappearing, easily dodging the pig demon's rage.

When the demon's momentum fell, Qiao Zhenbei continued to attack with his sword, and soon he killed the demon with wounds all over its body.

This demon was not afraid of death. Seeing that it was not an opponent, it turned its head and escaped from the battle area, and ran away without a trace.

Qiao Zhenbei shook his clothes and said with a cold expression, "Mid-stage Demon Core, is there anyone who dares to fight Qiao?"

Before he finished speaking, a snow-white wolf demon jumped up, its blue eyes staring at him, full of cruelty and desire.

This was a Wind Chasing Wolf in the mid-stage of the Demon Core realm, known for its speed and agility.

Qiao Zhenbei's face showed a solemn expression, he waved his hand and sacrificed three silver short swords, suspended in front of and behind him, and then took out a sword, held it in his hand, and slashed at the wolf demon.

The wolf demon shook its body and left its original location, but Qiao Zhenbei's sword had already missed.

Qiao Zhenbei tried again, still the same. He simply stood still and just stared at the demon.

"Ding ding!"

The silver sword suspended behind Qiao Zhenbei suddenly made a sound. Qiao Zhenbei did not hesitate and immediately slashed back, but still missed. Looking at the white wolf demon again, it was already behind him.

The wolf demon attacked again, but was still warned by the silver sword and failed.

The man and the wolf confronted each other like this, occasionally making a move, but neither could hurt the opponent.

Zhong Bixing watched a few rounds and found it boring, so he chose a fighting area next to him, pointed at Qiao Zhenbei and shouted, "Zhong is betting with him, challenging mid-stage Demon Core demon beasts, quickly come up with one."

A giant bear with a body as high as three feet roared and walked into the designated fighting area, shaking the ground with every step.

Zhong Bixing took off the giant sword behind his back, held it in his hand, looked up slightly, looked at this thick-skinned bear demon as big as a hill, and said in a deep voice, "Make your move!"

The giant bear opened its arms and pounced on Zhong Bixing.

Zhong Bixing did not dodge, but instead rushed up to meet it, slapping the giant sword on the giant bear's face, while his body staggered to the side, dodging the demon's attack.

The bear demon was not injured, but was a little annoyed, and suddenly turned around and slapped down with a paw.

Zhong Bixing took two steps back, dodged the bear's paw, and quickly rushed forward, slashing the giant sword on the giant bear's chest.

"Bang!"

This blow was like hitting a hard stone, only cutting off a few strands of hair, and returned without success.

The giant bear roared violently, like thunder exploding, scaring many of the surrounding watching cultivators and demon beasts.

However, Zhong Bixing, who was fighting against it, was not affected in the slightest, and easily avoided the giant bear's pounce.

The strength of this bear lies in its strength and thick skin, but its movements are clumsy and there is no great danger.

Zhong Bixing maneuvered with it, slashing out a sword from time to time. The giant bear didn't care, just chased after him and beat him.

The battle area was not large, and the giant bear could often launch a thunderous attack on Zhong Bixing in just a few steps. However, Zhong Bixing had a very precise control of his position and distance from the bear demon. Between advancing, retreating, and shifting, he turned the demon's attack into nothing.

Zhong Bixing fought with the giant bear for thirty or forty rounds. After sneaking into the bear demon's ribs, the giant sword held in one hand only shook slightly, not slashing at the bear demon's abdomen as before, but the other hand waved at an extremely fast speed. Only a flash of light was seen, and the bear demon's left eye suddenly bloomed with blood and flesh.

"Roar—"

The bear demon roared angrily, its arms waving wildly at the place where Zhong Bixing stood. Zhong Bixing shrank and squatted, spun out a heavy sword, and hit the bear demon's ankle. With a "poof", the wide sword body quickly cut through, and actually cut off this foot.

The bear demon wailed sadly, its arms dancing wildly, hitting the mud and dust. Zhong Bixing had already retreated ten feet, raised his heavy sword high, and accumulated power.

Outside the arena, several demon beasts howled, probably to remind the demon of Zhong Bixing's position, or to persuade it to escape from the battle area immediately.

The bear demon was violent and did not escape, but rushed towards the place where Zhong Bixing stood. Zhong Bixing did not panic at all, moved his feet, steadily dodged, and when the beast's strength was somewhat exhausted and its steps were somewhat slow, he flew into the air, controlled the sword with his body, and rushed directly at the bear demon, passing through the chaotic dance of its arms in a flash of lightning and flint, and slashed at its head.

"Thump!"

A huge bear head landed, and the giant bear demon died.

"Roar!" The group of beasts was shocked and angry. A black lion a zhang long jumped into the arena area, wanting to fight Zhong Bixing.

Zhong Bixing turned around and left the arena area, pointed to the arena next to him, and said, "If you want to fight, wait until that battle is over."

The black lion jumped up and down in a rage, constantly provoking other cultivators, but no cultivator paid attention to it. Everyone focused their attention on the duel between Qiao Zhenbei and the Wind Chasing Wolf.

Zhong Bixing came out later and won the enemy first, which undoubtedly brought pressure to Qiao Zhenbei. His attack frequency was obviously much higher. The white wolf saw this and became more cautious, not giving him any chance to take advantage of it.

Qiao Zhenbei took several risky shots, revealing flaws, but the Wind Chasing Wolf was very good at forbearance and did not take the opportunity to attack.

Qiu Wuying saw that something was wrong and reminded him from outside the arena. However, he only said it twice, and the transformed great demon on the opposite side cast his divine sense and pressed it on him.

Jiao Zhiyong would not let the great demon take action, and immediately used his divine sense to disperse it.

Qiu Wuying understood that this was a warning from the transformed great demon, so he had to shut up and no longer speak, and changed to telepathy, but the telepathy was a bit unclear due to the isolation formation around the arena.

After all, Qiao Zhenbei's cultivation was not shallow, and his state of mind was still relatively mellow. He quickly suppressed his anxiety and patiently maneuvered with the wolf demon.

In this way, the battle continued until the end of Shen Shi, and a winner was still not determined.

The surrounding cultivators were a little impatient and ridiculed one after another. Some even shouted for Qiao Zhenbei to quickly release his ultimate move and kill the white wolf.

Qiao Zhenbei gradually became a little anxious and took another risky shot, but the wolf demon seized the opportunity and clawed at his abdomen, almost tearing out his internal organs. Seeing that the matter was very fast, he immediately jumped out of the arena area and hid behind Qiu Wuying to heal his injuries.

Zhang Yuanjing smiled and asked Qiu Wuying, "Fellow Daoist Qiu, do you admit defeat?"

Qiu Wuying was expressionless, snorted softly, and said, "This time, naturally, you won. Next time, I will bet with Fellow Daoist Zhang to see who can last longer on the big arena!"